The Ultimate Divine Class

Lu Yuan's expression relaxed slightly. He glanced at Li Dong and said gently, "Let's go."

"Oh..."

As if waking from a dream, Li Dong quickly started walking, trailing closely behind.

He then resumed his report. "We initially suspect that someone is secretly instigating, but their tactics are very covert..."

The pair walked for about five minutes and saw a beautiful, red-roofed villa in the distance.

"Sir, it's there," Li Dong pointed it out to Lu Yuan.

As they approached, they found a group of people gathered at the villa's entrance, bickering and apparently cursing at the villa's occupants.

"Sir, wait a moment. I'll go and check." Li Dong's expression changed, and he instinctively prepared to rush up and investigate.

But Lu Yuan stopped him, simply shaking his head.

"What are you doing?" Lu Yuan's eyes flickered. He walked forward a few steps and shouted from a distance at the group at the villa's entrance.

A few members of the abusive crowd turned their heads and glared at Lu Yuan, asking maliciously, "And who are you?"

Expressionless, Lu Yuan casually took the work pass hanging from Li Dong's chest and replied, "You ask who we are? We are the organizers of the tournament, here in response to a complaint."

"Well, it's about time you showed up!" A short-haired youth, who had been the most abusive, brightened upon hearing Lu Yuan claim to be staff from the organizing committee and immediately approached.

"A complaint? I have a complaint too!" The short-haired youth pointed towards the villa's front gate, dissatisfaction clear on his face, and said, "Why does the Crane Sect, a despicable, trashy sect, get to live in a private villa while we, the noble and orthodox sects, have to sleep in shoddy hotels nearby? I disagree! I protest!"

"Living in a villa? Is that trash from the Crane Sect even worthy?" With that, the short-haired youth faced the villa and rudely spat on the ground, expressing utter disdain.

Lu Yuan watched the short-haired youth for a moment before turning to Li Dong. "Is this true?"

"Huh?!" Li Dong was caught off guard, a bewildered look on his face, unsure how to respond to Lu Yuan's question.

But Lu Yuan hadn't expected an answer. After asking, he quickly turned back to the short-haired youth, nodded, and said, "Alright, I believe I understand the situation. What's your name, and which sect are you from? We, the organizing committee, will accept your suggestion and arrange for your accommodation to be changed."

"Really?!" The short-haired youth's face brightened. He hastily replied, "I'm Cao Yong from the Heavenly Brave Fist Sect. Don't you dare deceive me! Change my accommodation when you get back, or I'll file a complaint against you!"

"Rest assured," Lu Yuan reassured him warmly before turning to the others. "And you?"

Seeing such a good opportunity, the others eagerly reported their names and sects one after another.

After the group left, as if victorious and in high spirits, the warmth on Lu Yuan's face gradually receded, and his eyes turned icy.

He turned to Li Dong with a calm expression and asked, "Did you note down the names and sects they mentioned?"

"Yes." Li Dong nodded, then hesitantly asked, "Sir, you don't really plan to change their accommodation, do you?"

"Of course." With a stoic expression, Lu Yuan headed towards the villa. As he walked, he calmly stated, "Since they're not comfortable in a hotel, let them stay in a hospital.

"Get someone to break all their limbs.

"Disqualify their sects from the competition.

"As for the reason... you figure it out."

With that, Lu Yuan disappeared through the villa's main entrance.

Li Dong stood rooted to the spot, mouth agape, completely dazed.

"Who?!" As Lu Yuan stepped into the villa's main hall, a figure, accompanied by a cold shout, shot towards him.

"BANG!" Lu Yuan lightly caught a strong, sturdy leg. Looking at Zhuang Xiujie, who was full of murderous intent, he spoke with a touch of helplessness, "It's me, Mrs. Zhuang."

After he let go, Zhuang Xiujie stood frozen for half a second, then a look of surprise mixed with excitement appeared on her face.

"Lu... Junior Brother, you're finally here."

"Mm." Lu Yuan nodded and continued further inside.

A strong scent of medicinal herbs immediately wafted from the living room.

His expression subtly changed, and he strode inside.

He then saw a group of Crane Sect direct disciples sitting on the sofas and chairs in the living room, each with injuries ranging from light to severe.

Zhao Qiancheng was the most severely injured among them. He lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, his chest wrapped in bandages, and his breathing was somewhat erratic.

The strong scent of medicinal herbs in the living room emanated mainly from him.

When Lu Yuan entered, no one in the living room spoke, creating a rather oppressive atmosphere.

An atmosphere of resentment, anger, and frustration, mixed with helplessness and despair, filled the living room.

They were like a group of defeated generals, their morale completely crushed.

Only then did Lu Yuan begin to understand why Zhuang Xiujie had reacted so intensely earlier, like a startled bird.

Lu Yuan's arrival slightly broke the heavy silence in the living room.

The direct disciples stood up one after another, greeting him with somewhat wooden expressions.

Lu Yuan nodded without saying anything.

He briefly checked Zhao Qiancheng's wounds before directly asking Zhuang Xiujie, who stood beside him, "Where is Master?"

Zhuang Xiujie's expression darkened. "He's upstairs.

"He locked himself in his room and won't let anyone in.

"He won't even take his medicine."

It seemed that being "bullied" these past few days had greatly affected Master Liu.

Lu Yuan sighed inwardly, then followed Zhuang Xiujie slowly up to the second floor.

Arriving at the door of Master Liudao Yuan's room, Lu Yuan gave Zhuang Xiujie a look, signaling her to go downstairs first.

He then grasped the doorknob, twisted it gently, and pushed the door inward.

"CREAK—" The door opened.

The room was dim, all the curtains drawn, allowing only a sliver of light to seep in.

The air was filled with a faint scent of blood.

In the darkness, Lu Yuan saw a gaunt figure sitting in a chair, facing the doorway.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the silhouette slowly raised its head.

In the darkness, two electronic eyes flickered with a faint blue light.

Then, an aged voice spoke softly, "You're here..."

Hearing this voice, weary and dejected for the first time, Lu Yuan's heart inexplicably trembled slightly.

A light flashed in his eyes.

The next second, Lu Yuan strode in calmly.

He walked up to the figure, squatted down, gently took hold of the cold mechanical arm, and said softly, "I'm here, Master.

"I'll take you to get our honor back."

As he finished speaking, the blue light from the electronic eyes in the darkness flared intensely...